Avenrare

     Avenrare was born as far north as it gets, almost touching the top of the sky.  His family and people were made up of Sellswords by the name of "The Brigade." It was assumed that they originated as a small banditry group while under the Kingdom of Norland, however there is no solid proof to these rumors. However, Avenrare's parents were born within Varhelm as standard commoners who got wrapped up inside the businesses of The Brigade. Anyways, The Brigade would deploy soldiers for protection and combat known as the "Juggernauts". These people are highly trained warriors in the Brigade, often wearing custom-designed armor suits designed to eliminate all the weak points that normal armor has (such as the neck.) They made quite a pretty penny from this, and they often were able to purchase many different things to not only live prosperous lives but also train new Juggernauts.
     By the time Avenrare was Eighteen Years, he was already looking to become one of the greatest Juggernauts to exist, already carrying out jobs by the time he was standing 5'11 at the bright age of Sixteen. He was an absolute menace on the battlefield, and story tells of a time he took down an entire camp of soldiers in the dark of the night..
     As the Brigade just started becoming relevant, they were becoming more and more of a problem. In the middle of the night, the entirety of The Brigade was wiped out by Mages in the middle of the night, lighting things up in flames and sacrificing the younger students and enslaving the Juggernauts to convert to soldiers later. It was completely unheard of, the Brigade was never taken down like this..
      This was about two years after the start of the Brigade, and the only ones left was apart of a group who was already out on missions at the time of the attack. Avenrare was 18 at the time of the attack. He arrived in the dead of night, and watched as his people burned in the darkness, running on fire and even more gruesome things.. He ran out into the woods, as he was chased down by mages shooting flames at him like he was cannon fodder. Eventually he returned, and after seeing the aftermath, he knew he had to flee. He had nothing but the clothes on his back and the gear he had from the deployed mission. The others tried to stop him, but the emotional trauma was too much to handle..
     After he left his old life, he eventually tried finding a purpose again. He worked for many jobs over the years. A guard, a farmer, a shipowner, a beekeeper, hell he was even a dancer for awhile. It has been a long time since his old life, and while some things will never leave him, he's decided to move on and develop himself even further in this god forsaken place we call the world..